Oh, Abercromby sailed the sea,With Harvey at his side,Until they came to Trinity,Upon the weltering tide.They sailed in at the Dragon's Mouth,By Madam Teteron's Rock-a,And there in Chaguaramas Bay,They came on Apodocca.

Oh, Apodocca sleeps so sound.Who'll waken Apodocca?

"Up, up, my lads! 'Tis broad daylight,This is no time for slumber;Here be our dreaded foes in sight.And more than thrice our number.'Tis vain to fly, to fight is vain;Was ever such a sore fix?Their ships are all about us here,And twenty-four to our six."

Oh, Apodocca slept so sound,Who's wakened Apodocca?

What means yon flush across the hills?What means yon murky veil?'Tis not the red of immortelles,'Tis not the rain clouds' trail.The landscape fair is darkened o'er,The hills are in eclipse ;"To save them from our hands, my lads,The Spaniard 's burnt his ships! "

Were falsification ever admissible in art — a suppositionwhich personally we deny — it would doubtless be for thepurpose of heightening actual events. That is what Scribblertries to do here.

French privateers had been making the West Indies un-pleasant for English merchantmen. England, therefore, sentout a considerable fleet, to which the Spanish fleet and landforces could make no effective resistance. Under the circum-stances, Admiral Apodocca burnt his ships, to prevent theirfalling into the enemy's bands, and Governor Chacon surrenderedthe island. Tried by Council of War in Spain, both werehonourably acquitted.

Something dignified, something majestic, we conceive,could have been made out of these facts. The unruffled Chacon,the impetuous Apodocca — burning with fury, then burninghis ships; how fine a contrast for artistic delineation!

What does Scibbler do? He makes Admiral Apodoccablow himself up in his flag-ship. Why? To heighten theeffect, to give him a fictitious instead of a real heroism. — Buthullo! What is here?

"Apodocca sleeps so sound, who'll waken Apodocca?"

A sluggard and a hero at the same time! What kind ofcombination is that?

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When I spoke to Scribbler about it, he explained to methat Spaniards were brave by universal consensus; but thatby universal consensus, also, they were indolent. Manana,manana. That was their motto . . . .

I feel inclined to write "A Lament for Mr. Scribbler." Ishould be much more comfortable, were he here to enjoypersonally any attentions which may be going. — The Spanishelement in the island is still a thing to be reckoned with.

"Immortelle." A tall tree planted to shade cocoa. InDecember it sheds its leaves, and from then on to Februaryis ablaze with vivid red flowers. Wax-like and delicate.Gorgeous ! There is no other expression to describe the effect.Cocoa-growing districts, such as Montserrat, are luminous formiles around.I.

.............................................................................................................................."Patria est communis omnium parens" - Our native land is the common parent of us all. Keep it beautiful, make it even more so.

Blessed is all of creationBlessed be my beautiful peopleBlessed be the day of our awakeningBlessed is my countryBlessed are her patient hills.

Lord, Please walk beside me through this day. Clear the heavy air with the lightness of Your Presence. Guide my hands and steady my heart that I may give comfort when I cannot give hope, that I may give relief when I do not have a cure, and that I may radiate Your healing peace when the limits of science, time, and the human body overwhelm us all.Amen